Soon, Wang Baozhu, disheveled and with a bloodstained face, came rushing out of the yard, holding her son in one hand and brandishing a bloody kitchen knife in the other.
The crowd hurriedly made way, feeling terrified.
From inside the yard came the anguished cries of Ma Gouzi: "Wang Baozhu, you're so cruel!"
But no one in the crowd went in to help. It wasn't because they were indifferent; they simply didn't dare to. After all, someone had died, and Wang Baozhu looked terrifying. What if they got slashed?
